My days spent with hair extensions, girly vintage dresses and lip gloss gave way to a chefs uniform, sweat dripping down my back and plating marrow out of a 400 degree oven with my bare hands. The transition has not been easy but the growth has been incredible and not a day has gone by where I have not learned something new. Not just about Southeast Asian cuisine or culinary skills but the dynamic of the kitchen is suiting my needs at this point in my life. The perks of eating and drinking like a queen, working with primarily men and my schedule allowing me to roll out of bed at noon to do yoga-who could ask for more?
Double Crown(named for British colonialism in the East)is the sister restaurant to Public-a Michelin star restaurant where the chef de Cuisine is an Iron Chef winner. So this is no around the way Chinese food.
Naturally, I was at first resistant to the cuts and burns on my exfoliated manicured hands but I have since surrendered and now welcome the physical labor, blood, sweat and tears. These guys are making a man out of me for sure. I am conquering fears I was unaware I possessed.
I am no more, the woman out of her element,separated from the world by a pane of glass. Trying to synchronize the beats of my wilting heart to horrible techno music and dumbing down to mindless conversation as I watched humanity and season after season go by, palms of hands and a cheek pressed to the glass as if I were in exile, longing to taste the fruits, breath in luxurious inhales and exhales with sweet air, dream in color-you get the idea, simple pleasures. No more will I persevere through day after miserable day for such petty reasons. After ten days of meditation in India, one of the most valuable things I learned was that attachment is what brings misery. Attachment to anything-ideas, people, jobs, the past, or material things. My career thus far has brought so much to my life, new people, new food, new skills but if it succumbs to suit my needs I'll move it right along. Fuck it, I'll cook on my own time, ya know?
a little hazing from these guys wasn't so bad;)
Rob from pastry making pizza for family meal(perhaps the best pizza ever!)
my bro Bekah and I, we are wearing men's extra large and the sex appeal is STILL oozing out of us
a dish from our Valentines day menu, seared hamachi with diakon, cucumber, truffle oil, braised hijiki, kuzu soy dressing and taro chips
an hor d'oeurves from our New Years Eve party
apple salads, I've developed a fetish for building these abstract little towers
Time Out states in their Sex and Public Bathrooms article, and I quote:
"Each of the six coed stalls in this classy cocktail joint are equipped with the basics, plus a chest of drawers, a chair, racy red lighting and plenty of room to get busy. But while it’s keenly outfitted and eat-off-the-floor clean."
and I shall leave you with this.....
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